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johnrcrichton00 (johnrcrichton00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 13:05:00

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complete, day 7, john crichton, maxxie oliver, pheromones

Day 7- DAY OF THE PHEROMONES!
Who: John and Maxxie
What: Day of the Pheromones, Mountain Biking
When: Day 7, Morning
Where: Starting along the mountain biking trails and then…
Rating: TBD
Status: CLOSED-COMPLETE

John awoke feeling a bit homesick for once…not for his most recent home, friends and family on the starship, Moya, but for Earth…for a simpler time; he thought of his time as a boy doing things with his dad and his buddy, D.K. Knox. What great times they had playing ball, fishing, camping, riding their dirt bikes…he stopped and thought, They have mountain biking here…yeah…think I’ll check that out today!.

While in the shower, John made his plans for the day, he decided that, before he went mountain biking, he’d stop by the café and pick up a few snacks and wrap them up to stuff in his backpack for later on…but, his main decision was that it wouldn’t be as much fun to go alone as it would to bike with someone else. For some reason, Maxxie Oliver came into his mind. He laughed at how silly the boy looked when he first saw him, all sprawled along the ground…no shirt and a pink boa! Crazy kid was high on something and thought John was Brigitte’s dad…thought his arrival on the planet was all some elaborate joke being played on him. John lathered up his shampoo and shook his head remembering the poor boy when the truth finally hit him. Such a pitiful sight…John actually thought Maxxie was going to have a full out nervous breakdown.

Stepping out of the shower to towel off, John was never more sure of a decision. He figured that he could check up on Maxxie and make sure he was okay and be like a father figure to him…he was technically old enough to be his dad, him being 35 and Maxxie being 19…he grinned at himself in the mirror and said, “Well, let’s say big brother”. He dressed in forest-green cargo shorts, standard white wifebeater, ankle socks and biking shoes. Grabbing his backpack, he filled two waterbottles and tossed them in and also a first aid kit. With a smile, he hurried out to get started.

Stopping in the café, John selected four different prewrapped sandwiches, a couple bags of chips, four energy bars and several napkins. On the way out the door he saw a small rack that hadn’t been there before…it had Pez dispensers hanging on it. He laughed looking at the candy dispensers with the giant heads that spit candy out of their throats. He hadn’t been on Earth in so long, he didn’t recognize some of the characters, but a few he did… “Bullwinkle!”, he chuckled, “Gotta get this for Maxxie”, he tossed it in his pack.

Entering housing unit D, John took the steps to the second level, two at a time, and whistled as he strolled down the hallway to room #D225. Knocking enthusiastically, he called out, “Mrs. Oliver, can Maxxie come out and play?!”.

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maxxie_oliver
2008-07-20 12:50 pm UTC (link)

Maxxie didnt even taste his sandwich. He was too busy thinking about things he shouldnt be thinking about. Namely John Critchton! He couldnt get his mind off the man. It was more than just a crush. In fact, it was starting to feel like an obsession.

The sound of a throat clearing brought Maxxie back to the scene at hand, his head lifting, eyes focusing just in time to witness the unveiling of the older man's chest. A soft layer of damp chest hair sparkled in the sun, muscles flexing in a spectacular display of alpha male goodness. A well defined six pack crowned the beginning of a treasure trail that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts, leading down the the visible bulk hidden within.

Maxxie's jaw dropped in open admiration, a soft needful moan accompanying his eyes journey downward. There was no hiding the emotions that were running through his youthful body. This man was driving him mad with desire.

The sound of John's voice brought Maxxie's blue eyes back up...slowly. The youth nodded slowly, his voice choked with desire, "Yeah, a soak." He stood and collected his bike, somehow fighting the urge to reach out and touch the older man. "We need a soak." he repeated and took off in the direction of the hot springs.

The wind blew in Maxxie's face but instead of calming the frazzled boy, it only seemed to make matters worse. The need to express his desire was now weighing on him so heavily that it was hard to even control his bicycle. Once at their destination, Maxxie climbed off his bike quickly, pulled off his own wifebeater and stepped close to John. Too close to leave any question of his desire. Blue eyes looked up at the taller man as one hand hovered for a second over the furry muscled chest before lightly touching.

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